::Venice steps up a wide staircase, that goes up to a large, empty room that's badly in need of dusting. She swings her black notebook in her right hand with her purposeful footsteps:: This is the main area of what we call a "bunkroom." Since this place used to be a hotel, that's not what we have. The whole floor here and then the floor above are our bunkrooms, five rooms each. They'd line both sides of the hallway but there's this sort of balcony that lets you look down.

::snorts as she reaches the top stair:: Yeah, it's a great view, too. You get to see the disrepair this place is in. ::points straight forward over the banister, into what used to be a high parquet-like wall, with few doors. A gaping hole is there, obviously man-made, from before the balcony on that side had collapsed:: The bats live there. Oh, but don't worry. They don't come out often unless you bother them. Usually they go right outside. If they do come in here, you just make sure you have your door closed.

Mhm. ::nods, pulling her glasses from her vest pocket. She settles them on her nose and looks up. The third floor balcony wraps entirely around the outer wall, giving the onlooker what must have been a beautiful view down at one point. The balconies as such end at the fourth floor:: Back to where you'd be sleeping. The rooms are small, and have two beds each. This main area here, actually, used to be a small ballroom or something like that. The beds are down the hallway there, and then up the flight of stairs to your right as well—Make sure you watch that railing, though. It's rather rickety and sometimes pieces will fall down into the lobby below. This place looks like it must have been rather nice and fancy once, but it's hard to believe.

Maybe not fancy, but definitely well-ran and well-built. I'm surprised the thing is still standing. ::leans back against the railing as she cranes her neck to look up at the ceiling that covers the third floor and makes up the fourth. It snaps, suddenly, and drops to the lobby below with a clatter following seconds afterward. Verona shrieks and backs away, plastering herself to the back wall.::

See what I mean about watching that railing? ::sighs and shakes her head. She adjusts her glasses and licks her thumb, then proceeding to flip through her notebook:: This is a list of all of the girls staying here now—What floor they're on, who they're rooming with, what room number it is. If you just tell me which girl you want to know about, I can show you that page, too. I've interviewed all of the girls that live here and the results are here for you to read, if you're interested.

Second Floor

212
 Giuliana "Venice" Guidicelli Rufiana "Verona" Marconi
213
 Sophia "Rhythm" Fiorucci Rosalina Rosselli
214
 "Backhand" Sasha "Aura" Vanqrez
215
 Reserved: Emerald Lorenzi
216
 Marguerite-Ann Blankenly


Third Floor

312
 Lucia "Felice" Scarpetta "Seven Deadly Sins" Iannaccone
313
 Natalia "Rumor" Aniceto
314
 Gillian "Gimmick" Hawthorn
315
316

::Verona goes and plops down on the floor near the open washroom door, which is on the second floor, adjacent to the main room. She watches with her dark eyes as you flip through and peruse Venice's precious notebook, every so often eyeing the door beside her.:: Cherish killed herself in the washroom, you know.

::through clenched teeth, as she hands the notebook over to you:: Verona, no one needs to know that.

And there's still bloodstains on the floor in the corner left of the door. They're faint now that they've been scrubbed so many times, but if you lift up the small rug that Venice put on to cover it, you can see them.

I didn't want to scare anyone—

It's still frightening. Mio Dio, you wouldn't believe what happens sometimes. They say that people who kill themselves can't go to Heaven. Or Hell—I never knew Cherish. Her ghost's in that washroom. The candles will flicker and go out, or sometimes fall over—

That's the wind. ::clears her throat:: And if we manage to raise enough money, we're going to get this place wired with electric light. It's dangerous to have candles in here, with the brittle wood and so many things that could catch fire. The place nearly burned down once because two of the washroom candles fell over. For no reason.

It was the ghost!

It was not!

And sometimes the door will open and slam shut. I'm sorry, but that's not the wind. That door is heavy. And things will disappear sometimes. We search all over for them, and when we finally give up, they're right where we left them. ::lowers her voice to you so Venice doesn't hear:: And I don't think that there's only one ghost in this place.

::groans, sighing::

Done looking at that notebook? ::snatches it from you and tosses it to Venice::

::fumbles, catching it..several loose papers fall from it, and Venice drops to her knees to pick them up.:: Watch it!

::ignores her:: Good. Come on, I'll take you up to the library on the fourth floor to continue the tour.